Aren’t we the ones here to make everything right? Aren’t artists revolutionaries? Art is useless, isn’t that what makes it truly valuable?
Creativity is a temporary visa to a less-than-ordinary dimension that lacks existential burdens— an alternate universe where we ride the waves and breakers of pure perceptual pleasure.
There is a place for, a need for, a necessity for the impractical, the incredible, the absurd. (If that were not true, we would not be led by a clown surrounded by yes-men and cowards.)
Can I hear an Amen?
Can I hear an A-MEN!
I honor those of you who understand the cravings and ravings of myself and others like me; those who firmly grasp pretzel logic and twist it a little bit tighter.
An artistic paradox exists.
In a setting composed only of essentials, the environment rapidly becomes subhuman, fit only for machines. Therefore, in this pragmatic world, the non-essential has become essential.
So, to all of you weirdos who not only listen but actually hear the writing on the wall-- and dare to cover it with spray paint, I worship you.
For whether you realize it or not, to understand, to appreciate the aesthetics of this weird, crazed side branch of normality called ART is to be an outlaw, an outcast, anarchist, guerrilla.
I raise my glass in tribute to the twisted rebels!
Desert Dweller 